My Dusty Life

I live my lowly life in the dust and the dirt, kissing my mistress’s feet and those of her guests every time they enter or leave her home

Kissing my mistress's dusty and dirty sneakers outside her home

'And the other one, slave!'

'Yes mistress.'

Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating - having my eyes so close to a young woman's sock!

But what choice do I have? I have been ordered to kiss her foot...

...so kiss foot I must!

Again she arrogantly switches feet in front of my face

'Now kiss the sock, slave!'

My mistress kindly twists her ankle round so that the side of her short sock is closer to my lowly lips

Then, all too soon, she turns and heads into the house

My lowly, humbling view of her departing sneakers and socks

I study the dust and the dirt on the soles of her sneakers...

...and ponder my lowliness vis-a-vis her socks!

For her part, she has already forgotten about me...

...leaving me to swelter in the dust and the dirt...

...as I desperately try to get a final glance at her disappearing sneakers and socks...

...sneakers and socks I have just been obliged to kiss-respect!

 

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